记忆总是呈现怪诞的样子,一些时候,它将事件混淆一通,让人对曾经的一切产生怀疑,而另些时候,又将事件分成清晰的数等份,在它无情的剥落下,拥有它的人,突然就变得手足无措,无处逃避躲藏。很多年前,当月明的记忆说出前世,说出另一个村子,乃至另一些人时,他浑身颤抖的样子,确令人惊诧。那是盛夏时分,人们赤着膀子,在河里扎猛子,而不等进村,新的汗水又淹没了身体表皮。他们看见月明 Memories always appear grotesque, and in some cases it confuses the events, doubting what was once, and at other times dividing the events into distinct, equal parts, having it ruthlessly peeled off, possessing it Of people, suddenly become helpless, nowhere to escape hide. Many years ago, when the memory of the Ming dynasty told the past life and uttered another village, and even some others, he trembled, indeed astonishing. It was in midsummer, people were bare-shouldered, plunging in the river, but not waiting for the village, the new sweat and submerged the body epidermis. They saw the moonlight